I’m loving the night, beyond the noise and activity of the day, cocooned safely within my little spaceship.
I breathe in, breathe out, smoke a fag, drink tea and watch Star Trek. The original only really gets good in the second series.
Sometimes I read but not so much. Sometimes I write but mostly I breathe in and out.
I’m on a long hiatus. It doesn’t bother me. Nothing much does. The worst has already happened.
I’m looking forward to the longer nights and the temperature dipping.
No-one notices me not being busy so it’s cool with me.
I’m a natural sloth; a sleepy little half-life sloth bedding down for winter, ready to slip between dimensions.